THERE is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign, Infinite day excludes the night, And pleasures banish pain. 2 There everlasting spring abides, And never-withering flowers : Death, like a narrow sea, divides This heavenly land from ours. A collection of Psalms and hymns, chiefly designed for public worship ... - Pagina 143 1825 Volledige weergave -
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